InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ No Regrets ❯ No Regrets ( One-Shot )

No Regrets

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Disclaimer: Inuyasha is a product of Takahashi Rumiko-sama.

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The sun rose slowly on the eastern horizon, casting the sky in brilliant shades of scarlets, gingers, yellows, and bullions. Birds chirped cheerily, singing the diminishing night oblivion into a new day with their melodious songs. The morning dew began to gradually lessen as the great glowing sentry of the heavens climbed higher into the sky.

Suddenly, all seemed to go quiet. The birds ceased their songs, the wind never stirred, and Mother Nature stood completely still as an atmosphere of inexplicable melancholy settled over the forest.

A white mist seeped slowly from the ground beside an old, forsaken, dried-up well. It raised further, the strange ashen smog twisting and writhing as though it were alive. When it finally ceased to pour from the damp grass, the fog seemed to settle in one place and began to compress. It gathered slowly to form the willowy figure of a young woman. She was completely colorless save the sad blue eyes that shined with unknown pain.

A slender, transparent hand rose from her side to twist in front of her pallid face. Twisting her wrist slowly, her sad features lifted slightly into an astonished expression, though her azure eyes still kept their dull, cheerless quality. Her head lowered until her chin rested against her chest. Though now a translucent shade of ashen white, her clothes were the same as when she'd been alive.

Raising her gaze slowly to the forgotten well beside her, the same small, slender had rose once again to rest on the wooden lip. When pressed farther, her appendage slid through to disappear into the structure like so much light. Her hand jerked back to her side with an angry glare at the old, abandoned, dried-up well and she came to 'stand' at her full height.

The woman looked around, taking in her new surroundings with an unrelenting indifference. She was surrounded by a great forest. "Inuyasha's forest…?" came a soft whisper from her parted lips.

As she began to drift across the clearing, her eyes greedily drank in every little detail they could. The way the changing leaves swung on their thin, withered branches to show their pale undersides to the unnoticing world. The way the biting early autumn breeze swept across the thinning grass, making it to sway rhythmically and look more like gentle waves crossing a calm sea than a browning clearing of foliage preparing for the coming omen of the cold season. The same zephyr that moved the meadow so beautifully seemed not to affect her as her hair lay still down her back and her loose clothes never rippled like the flora had.

A huge tree stuck out among the others as the woman approached it in the thick, overgrown woods with a wavering stature. It was intimidating in its height and size, but the figure paid no attention to it. No sound could be heard through the whole forest as she reached one translucent hand to 'touch' the bark where something seemed to have been engraved into the trunk. She looked over the characters with mild interest before dropping her eyes to the small monument she now hovered over.

Never really coming in contact with the soft grass, the slim figure knelt to look over the many flowers and objects of remembrance that sat at the base of the tree in front of a small stone with the same lettering carved into it. If she could have cried, the ghost would have been doing so right now. But as it was, she was just that: a ghost.

Her eyes clenched shut in frustration as she tried so hard to bring tears to them, wanting so much to feel the warm moisture sliding gently down her face, to feel the relief of pent up grief releasing from her wary 'body' None came and nothing was felt. Standing once again, a dry sob escaped her nonexistent throat. She couldn't even perform the simple cleansing task of crying!

The sound of a childish giggle reached her ears and her head rose to look towards the sound. Coming down the path to the ancient tree was a small girl, and the source of all her pain. She quickly dissipated and reappeared behind another tree. With her intense, blue, heartbreaking eyes, she turned to watch the exchange between the two.

"So this is where she rests, Father?" the little girl asked the man standing beside her.

He gazed sadly down at the small memorial. "Yes. Without her, you probably never would have been born, "Sachi."

"Was she a nice lady?" the child asked her father innocently.

"Yes, she was a very nice lady. I think I loved her at one point," he admitted in a whisper.

"I wish I could have met her. Were she and Mother friends?"

"Let's go back and see if lunch is done," the man suggested, not wanting to answer that particular question. He grabbed his daughter's hand and they started up the path once again.

"Inuyasha," a whisper resounded through the strangely quiet forest.

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Inuyasha wrapped his arms lovingly around his wife's waist as they entered the back room of the hut that served as their bedroom. "So where did you and Sachi-chan go today?" the woman ask with a smile, a few of her long, ebony locks slipping over her shoulder to rest in her bosom as she turned her head to place a kiss on the hanyou's rough lips.

"We went to visit the memorial," the he answered with a sad smile of his own.

His wife fell silent and began to lay down into their mutual bed, uncomfortable with the subject of her desist mirror image. Inuyasha climbed into bed behind her, wrapping her in a loving embrace as she fell into a troubled slumber. "Goodnight, love," he whispered kindly, placing a gentle kiss tenderly onto her forehead before laying his head down to get some sleep.

Unbeknownst to the sleeping couple, a pair of sad, stormy cerulean eyes watched from the shadows of the room. The see-through figure of a young woman floated over to 'stand' beside the bed and gaze down lovingly at the figure of her hanyou. "I can finally see you again, love" she whispered, so quiet that it seemed no more than the mundane sigh of the cool breeze passing
through the drooping leaves of the willows outside their small hut.

She could have had all this: a child, a marriage, his love. She could have had the "happily ever after" she'd always dreamed of since she was a child. She could have lived here on this earth instead of dying for her love and spending an eternity in Hell. She could have been a content little housewife instead of the fool who'd so impulsively given her life for the sake of Inuyasha's seemingly intangible happiness.

As the ghost's miserable azure eyes rested over the man's slumbering form, a small drop of moisture slipped slowly down her cold cheek to fall onto Inuyasha's own cheek. For the first time since she'd taken her last breath, she was able to cry.

Inuyasha's eyes slowly fluttered open to reveal a pair of befuddled, honey-colored orbs. His head turned to see a familiar figure standing over him, gazing down with her own shining, wistful blue eyes. Of its own accord, his large, clawed hand rose towards the transparent silhouette to wipe away her crystal tear, but a soft gasp escaped his lips as his offered appendage slipped right through her cheek. The girl flinched but kept her dismal, cobalt eyes on him. Suddenly, her image wavered and dissipated in thin, white wisps on the wind with no more than an echoing sob to indicate her limited existence.

But with all that could have been hers, all that she could have done, all that she could have been, her hanyou was happy. After all the pain and betrayal he'd suffered through his life, he was finally, truly happy. And though she couldn't be with Inuyasha...

Kagome had no regrets.

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REIVEW!